Lately I've been glaring into mirrors picking myself apart

You'd think at my age I'd thought of something better to do

Than making insecurity into a full time job

Making insecurity into an art



And I fear my life will be over

And I will have never lived in unfettered

Always glaring into mirrors

Mad, I don't look better



But now here is this tiny baby

And they say she looks just like me

And she is smiling at me with that present infant glee

Yes, and I would defend to the ends of the earth

Her perfect right to be, be, be, be



So I'm beginning to see some problems

With the ongoing work of my mind

And I've got myself a new mantra

It says don't forget to have a good time

Don't let the sellers of stuff power enough to rob you of your grace



Love is all over the place

There's nothing wrong with your face

Love is all over the place

There's nothing wrong with your face